Bout a month ago.Less than mechanically inclined fellow I know calls me(guy from my church).Says his daughter and her girlfriend took off to cape cod for the weekend.The girlfriend left her Sportster at his house,gave him the keys and told he could take it for a ride
if he wanted to.But he says he thinks there is somthing wrong with it.Askes if I'll come over and take a look.I dont know much about sporties but figure I'm the only "Biker" this guy knows. So I figured I better go have a look before he kills himself.
Get there, its an older 883, obviously badly maintained borderline rat. After a couple tries I get it started.
Its shakin,sputtering caughin. Shut it down look for the easy stuff,Vacum leaks, plug connections that kind of thing.
Cant find anything. Figure maybe its just cold. Start it back up.Sputtering shakin. So I tell him let me take it around the block.I took it out. Ran through the gears.
Seemed to run OK once it got movin. Got back to his house.
My hands felt like I just mowed Nebraska and my back was killing me. Shut it down. Told him "Well it seems safe,all I can tell you is, Its a Harley". The bike sat till the girls came home.
All this good "karma" I've been building latly, just maybe I won't come back as a cocarouch.
